The True Heiress Is The Real Bigshot

F{h*F5)%Lj274 Pinching Face, Zhong Manhua Finds Out Divine Doctor’s Identity【2 Updates】

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They did not directly name names.

But anyone who had seen “Accept the punishment of the Academic God!” would know exactly who the so-called celebrity student was.

There was only Xiu Yan.

Xiu Yan’s fans had been boasting that the entire entertainment industry could not find anyone more knowledgeable than him.

When ISC officially issued such an announcement, it was clear they were saying Xiu Yan had broken the academic circle’s rules with the tricks of the entertainment industry.

Now ISC had already gained attention from all sides, as long as someone wasn’t completely off social media.

[What kind of people are chosen for “Youth 101”? Luo Ziyue one, Xiu Yan another, each one corrupting public morals.]

[Rumor has it that Xiu Yan was personally driven out by a professor from Imperial Capital University, I mean, where’s your face?]

[Fans still have the nerve to brag, keep bragging and your idol’s top-student persona is going to collapse.]

[Tsk tsk tsk, now I’m really worried about “Youth 202”, wondering if it can still go on.]

“Youth 101” is a female group talent show, and “Youth 202” is for male groups.

During the summer vacation, various companies had already selected individuals and submitted their lists.

Right now, it was the interview period, and like “Youth 101”, they would eventually confirm 101 people.

The official talent competition and performances would not start until the beginning of next year.

Since Chuguang Media had also sent someone over this time, they naturally made some investments.

After Ying Zijin finished dealing with the training camp, on the following day, she took a detour to the “Youth 202” interview site to have a look.

The interview site was crowded with people, totaling over a thousand.

Ying Zijin did not go over but stood aside.

She lifted her hand and pointed forward, her voice light, “Look.”

Fu Yunshen followed where she pointed and saw a group of teenagers around the age of 18.

He raised an eyebrow, “Not into pretty female celebrities anymore? What, have your tastes changed?”

“No,” Ying Zijin said thoughtfully, “I’m assessing how much they’re worth.”

Fu Yunshen: “…”

That’s so you.

“Youth does have its advantages,” Ying Zijin looked on, “It’s full of collagen, you might want to try feeling it.”

Hearing this, Fu Yunshen raised his hand, and as he had done many times before, naturally poked her rosy cheek, “Kid, by the looks of it, you’re still easier to pinch.”

Ying Zijin glanced at his hand but did not speak.

After watching for a while, the two got back into the car.

Ying Zijin buckled her seatbelt and leaned against the window to rest her eyes for a moment, then suddenly opened them again.

She pulled out the Tarot Cards she carried with her and placed them on her lap.

She had never calculated the Life Pattern for Di Wu Yue.

It just so happened she was in the Imperial Capital now, in the same location as Di Wu Yue, able to do a reading.

After selecting the cards, Ying Zijin flipped them over one by one.

The first card, the Moon, number “18,” The Major Arcana’s 19th card, in an Upright Position.

The second card, Death, number “14,” The Major Arcana’s 15th card, in a Reversed Position.

The third card, The Tower, number “16,” The Major Arcana’s 17th card, in an Upright Position.

Ying Zijin’s gaze settled on the third card, her expression slightly tense.

It was The Tower again.

The last time The Tower appeared was during Shang Yaozhi’s reading.

All in all, The Tower truly did not bear any good omens.

Once The Tower appeared, it was associated with death.

And the Upright Moon in the first position indicated that Di Wu Yue was in a very unsettled environment.

Ying Zijin paused her hand on the cards.

If it were her at her peak, changing a Life Pattern would have been effortless, even an absolutely fatal situation.

But not now.

However, the second card, Death in a Reversed Position, indicated there was a glimmer of hope, a not necessarily fatal scenario.

Ying Zijin put away the cards and after pondering for two seconds, took out her phone and messaged Di Wu Yue.

[I’m coming over to your place now.]

Almost instantly, there was a reply.

[!!!]

[Miss, I haven’t made enough money [crying], can you come later to collect the debt?]

[It’s not about collecting debts, just a meeting.]

[Really? Okay then, there’s a milk tea shop on West Street, do you know it? I’m here right now, I’ll send you the location.]

The next second, a map was sent over.

The “Youth 202” interview location was not close to the milk tea shop Di Wu Yue had mentioned, with a forty-minute drive.

That forty minutes was enough for her to apply makeup to her face as it was at that time and meet Di Wu Yue.

Fu Yunshen got out of the car, “Wait for you?”

“No need,” Ying Zijin pressed down the brim of her cap, “It will take a while, I’ll go back on my own later.”

Fu Yunshen did not say anything else, “If it’s past eight o’clock in the evening, give me a call.”

Shanghai City was bustling with many people, and it became chaotic at night.

Especially since it was connected to the Ancient Martial World, every now and then, real ancient martial artists would roam about.

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Although their children were highly skilled, he was still somewhat worried.

Ying Zijin nodded: “Okay.”

After waving her hand, she entered the milk tea shop.

Di Wu Yue sat by the window, with a dozen cups of milk tea on the table.

When she saw Ying Zijin come in, she waved excitedly: “Sister, over here.”

As she spoke, she pushed a cup of osmanthus wine in front of Ying Zijin: “This one is on me.”

Ying Zijin didn’t take it, instead, leaning back in her chair: “Right, you’re treating, and I’m paying.”

Di Wu Yue cracked a smile: “…”

Was her act that obvious?

It seemed their family’s ancestral ways of tricking people weren’t very effective.

Ying Zijin didn’t mind and asked directly: “Have you been feeling dizzy lately, sometimes with a lack of appetite, and at other times binge eating?”

Di Wu Yue was stunned: “A little.”

These problems began after she returned to Imperial Capital.

She hadn’t paid it much attention, knowing that those in her profession often had some ailments.

Of course, she also went to the hospital, where the doctors said that it was due to her recent stress.

Di Wu Yue blinked: “Tell me the truth, are you also from a Feng Shui family?”

The existing Feng Shui families, only the Di Wu Family was left, the others had long disappeared, but it was possible their descendants were still around.

Ying Zijin narrowed her eyes slightly and remained silent.

Di Wu Yue’s divination ability might not be strong now, but that didn’t mean she lacked talent.

She was just using it in the wrong way.

Ying Zijin surmised that it might be due to Di Wu Shaoxian reading her fortune, affecting not only his own lifespan but also tying his direct descendants to this karma.

Therefore, the lifespan of this direct line branch of the Di Wu family was quite short.

Di Wu Yue’s father passed away not long after their birth.

Di Wu Yue’s grandfather, the current head of the Di Wu Family, Di Wu Fan, was still alive, but likely at a great cost.

“No,” Ying Zijin broke from her thoughts with a lazy expression, “you can just think of me as a fortuneteller.”

“Hey, that’s nothing,” Di Wu Yue waved it off, not bothered at all, “I’m a fortuneteller too, my whole family is full of fortunetellers.”

Ying Zijin stood up: “Then let’s pay your family a visit.”

“Sure,” Di Wu Yue agreed readily upon knowing Ying Zijin wasn’t there to collect debts, “but my place is a bit out of the way, so the taxi fare…”

Ying Zijin glanced at her: “I’ll pay.”

Di Wu Yue happily went to book a ride-hailing service.

Ying Zijin’s fingers tapped on the table, her lashes lowered.

No matter what, she needed to change Di Wu Yue’s life pattern.

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In Shanghai City, the Ying Family.

Ever since Ying Luwei was imprisoned, Old Madam Ying’s health declined day by day, and she could only spend her time in the hospital.

Unfortunately, despite the long testing at the First Hospital, they still couldn’t locate the exact damage to Old Madam Ying’s brain.

The human brain is more intricate than any machine, and even with today’s advanced technology, the brain cannot be completely decoded.

Zhong Manhua was extremely worried.

She had registered at Shao Ren Hospital back in June.

But Shao Ren Hospital informed her that the divine doctor only saw one patient each week.

There were many who registered, including the nobility from the Imperial Capital, and even the Ying Family couldn’t jump the queue.

Zhong Manhua could only wait.

At last, her turn came today.

She couldn’t wait to call Shao Ren Hospital.

“Sorry, the divine doctor is not here this month, and we are not clear about her schedule,” the customer service replied politely, “But before she left, she said you could contact her by phone.”@@novelbin@@

“Good,” Zhong Manhua breathed a sigh of relief, “As long as there’s contact, that’s possible.”

“The number is 177xxxxxxx,” the customer service reported the series of digits, and reiterated, “However, be prepared that being in line doesn’t guarantee the divine doctor will make a visit.”

Although there were four patients a month that could see the divine doctor, it was possible that none could actually be treated by her personally.

“I certainly understand that,” Zhong Manhua noted down the information, “Thank you very much.”

Zhong Manhua could guess as much.

After all, seeing the divine doctor was very difficult.

But Zhong Manhua didn’t think the divine doctor would refuse to make a visit.

The Ying Family had power and influence; whatever the divine doctor wanted, they could provide.

Zhong Manhua entered the number into her phone.

Ying Yuexuan, who was by her side, suddenly felt the number seemed familiar.

She racked her brain and suddenly spoke up, “I’ve seen this phone number before.”

Zhong Manhua’s dialing hand paused, filled with surprise: “Where? Xiao Xuan, you know the person?”

If Ying Yuexuan was acquainted with the divine doctor, then inviting her to treat Old Madam Ying would be much easier.

“I know her, and so do you, Mom,” Ying Yuexuan pursed her lips, “It’s my sister.”